There was a little snowman sitting there all alone in a snowstorm and he was wondering when my friends are coming back out the weather is perfect for a snowball fight. I have already started making some snowballs or maybe a snow fort. The sky is turning grayer so I do not think my friends are coming back out to play today, but maybe tomorrow they will be back. I will make a few more snowballs for that possible snowball fight and be ready for them when they come back. For now I will wait and wait till tomorrow noon.
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Mark Graham
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The Christmas Gift
Down the lane in sleepy, little town there was a house where a little old man lived. He was a quiet man who minded his own business, but he did help when he could. His neighbors would wave to him, and he would smile and wave back. The neighbors knew what he did to help out around the town, and they decided to get him something, but they did not know what. They looked around and noticed that he had no decorations. That Christmas Eve they went to the man and presented him with a Christmas tree from the town.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
This snowman makes me feel lonely and sad. I hope his friends return to play tomorrow.
Oooo I quite like the flow of your sentences here, it gives me a sense of wholesomeness, excitement and hope. It’s very unique. I like that you gave this snowman the spotlight and gave him a place in our hearts, well done ♥️👌🏽👏🏽
Very nice
A lonely snowman how sad!
Awe it is sad in a way, but a lovely piece